Too Late.



Look at what you started

Look at what you’ve done

You’ve gone and made me the monster

You knew I would become



You you can’t control me

And it’s only just begun.

Your hands run down my body

My lips they come undone.





You you can’t control me

And it’s only just begun.

Your hands run down my body



You hand me tripping on my fingertips

You had me running for the hell of it

And I can’t stop, your too late



You hand me tripping on my fingertips

You had me running for the hell of it

And I can’t stop, your too late